Metal Militia

[Reeves]

A shake of the head, twice — a gesture that carried grave implications about the Judicator's current state.

"Recent acquisition — but that’s what you’re here for."

He smiled somewhat fiendishly, aware they had their work cut out for them — even if they would be duly compensated for the effort and time.

"Boarding action. AAR says it was brutal. The malnourished ingrates onboard put up a spirited, but ultimately futile, last stand to keep their colors. Things had to get dirty to achieve intact recovery. Well, mostly intact, as you can see."

For a moment, he grew quiet and perfectly still, as though the mind behind those unnaturally blue eyes was processing several things at once. But then, just as suddenly, he snapped back to perfect composure and posture to pose a simple question.

"Do you need the details? Might give you a better understanding of the extent of damage dealt. Oh, and if there are bodies left behind in Legion orange — flush them. Traitors don't deserve burials or last rites."